“There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some that face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.” Douglas Everett
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” C.S. Lewis
While we tend to think of “dreams” as part of our sleeptime, there is another type of dream that can occur with our eyes wide open: day-dreams.
As a young girl, I day-dreamed of marrying someone wealthy enough to provide me with a two-story brick, Georgian style home complete with a grand winding staircase in the wide entrance hall. There would be substantial acreage to raise beautiful thoroughbred horses. In turn, I would provide my handsome, highly intelligent husband with three beautiful, well mannered children (and have a flat stomach for the rest of my life). I would be a civic minded woman, raising our children to be good citizens. I would give tea parties, be an expert equestrian, and manage a smooth running household with the aid of a cook and housekeeper. Wow….was life ever going to be wonderful!!
But for every thread in the tapestry of a day-dream, there can be a knot called reality. My day-dream took a different road unlike the one I had envisioned. The two-story Georgian style home is a one-story (no basement) brick rancher built in 1956. And although our city lot is larger than most, it will definitely not accommodate even one thoroughbred horse. I have never given a tea party, but I can ride a horse—with or without a saddle. And I did get the handsome, highly intelligent husband…plus two beautiful, well mannered children who are not only good citizens, but also Christian parents striving to rear our grandchildren in God-centered homes.
Am I disappointed that part of my day-dream did not come true? Not in the least. As a Christian, I know I can place my life (and day-dreams) in the hands of an all-knowing, wise God who will provide the things He deems best for me. It’s always wise to let go of unrealistic day-dreams…..just remember to hold fast to the Father Who knows best.
As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
because He was my Friend.
But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
“How can You be so slow?”
“My child,” He said. “What could I do?
You never let them go.”
(c) 2012 Leslie O. Kelley